DEMON
The shattered mirror on the floor
The moonlight broken into pieces
Reflecting thousands of nights
That make my soul so reminiscent
Of darkest grief for fallen light
I used to seek with desperation
I looked for day but found night
Filled with the fear and frustration
And night by night I could not sleep
My angel left me in the darkness
Of narrow room of grimmest thoughts
The crying thoughts that were my masters
Then He would come
On
Moment
I thought I would write a novel
I thought I would sing a song
I wanted to capture a moment
and give it a life that is long
Or may be make it immortal
encrust it with talent of pen
And give it Rachmaninoff ”forte”…
and ”piano” of tender Chopen*….
*Chopin( the music of rhymes. Eastern europeans pronounce Chopen )